Dynasty: Tang The Pinglin desert is woven with smoke, and the Hanshan area is sad and green.
When entering a high-rise building in darkness, there are people upstairs who are worried.
The king's steps stand in the air, and the old bird returns home in a hurry.
Where is the return journey, the long pavilion is shorter than the pavilion. Li Bai was about to set off in a boat when he suddenly heard people singing on the shore.
The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun’s love for me. The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March.
The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. The White Emperor's farewell speech is among the colorful clouds. A thousand miles of rivers and mountains are returned in one day.
The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an; Lu Weiqiu cries in the well, the frost is desolate and the mat is cold.
The lonely lamp is unclear and I am in despair. I roll up the curtains and look at the moon and sigh. The beauty is like a flower in the clouds.
There is the high sky of green darkness above, and the waves of green water below.
The clouds are long and the journey is long and the soul is suffering. It is difficult for the dream soul to reach Guanshan. Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking! In the Shu Kingdom, there were once heard of Zigui birds, and in Xuancheng there were still winds of azaleas.
One cry, one ileum and one rupture, recalling Sanba in three springs and three months. Crossing the distance outside Jingmen, I came to travel from the state of Chu;
The mountains ended with the plains, and the river flowed into the wilderness.
The flying mirror under the moon, the clouds forming sea towers;
Still pitying the water of my hometown, seeing off the boat thousands of miles away. The sound of the jade flute flying quietly spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City;
Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can miss the feeling of hometown. Haike talks about Yingzhou, Yan Tao is confused and hard to find letters.
The Yue people are talking about Tianmu, and the clouds are bright and extinguished or can be seen.
Tianmu stretches the sky towards the sky, pulling out the five mountains to cover Chicheng.
The rooftop is 48,000 feet tall, so it tilts southeast.
I want to dream of Wuyue and fly across the Jinghu Lake to the moon all night.
The moon over the lake shines on my shadow and sends me to Yanxi River.
Xie Gong’s residence is still there today, and the Lu River is rippling and the apes are singing.
Wearing Xie Gong's clogs, we climbed the Qingyun Ladder.
The sun can be seen from half of the wall, and the sky chickens can be heard in the air.
Thousands of rocks and ravines, the road is uncertain, and the lost flowers leaning against the rocks are suddenly dim.
Bears roar and dragons sing in Yinyan Spring, and chestnut trees in deep forests are shocking to the top.
The clouds are green as if it is raining, and the water is sluggish with smoke.
The cracks were broken by thunderbolts, and the hills collapsed.
The cave sky stone fan opens in the center.
The vast blue sky has no bottom, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform.
Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the kings of clouds come and go one after another.
The tiger, the drum, the harp, the luan, come back to the car, and the immortals are lined up like hemp.
Suddenly, my soul palpitates and my soul moves, I suddenly start and sigh.
Only when I sleep on my pillow, I lose the ever-present haze.
The same is true for pleasure in the world. Since ancient times, everything has flowed eastwards.
When will you return after leaving? Let's put the white deer among the green cliffs.
Visit famous mountains on horseback as soon as possible.
An Neng's humiliation to serve the powerful makes me unhappy! Ignore you, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and flows to the sea never to return.
Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
If you are proud of life, you must enjoy it to the fullest, and don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon!
I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after spending all my money.
It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time!
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink, don’t stop!
A song with Junge, please listen to me!
The bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time!
Since ancient times, all the sages and sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names!
In the old days, King Chen used to have banquets, fights and banquets.
Why does the master say Shaoqian? It's up to you to decide what to sell.
The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will exchange for fine wine, so that we can eliminate the eternal sorrow with you! The plain forest is woven with smoke in the desert, and the cold mountain area is sad and green.
When entering a high-rise building in darkness, there are people upstairs who are worried.
The jade steps stand in the air, and the old birds return to fly into hiding.
Where is the return journey, the long pavilion is shorter than the pavilion. The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold, and the dew is thick.
If we hadn’t met at the top of the jade mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai.
Famous flowers attract the whole country and love each other, and the king often smiles at them;
Explanation: The spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion leans against the railing in the north. Lanling wine is filled with tulips, and the jade bowl contains amber light.
But the host can make the guests drunk, and they don’t know where they are in a foreign country. Green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds Dongcheng.
This place is different, and I have traveled thousands of miles alone.
The wandering clouds convey the love of an old friend.
I waved my hand and went away, the horse roared. The white hair is three thousand feet, and the fate is as long as the worry.
I don’t know where to find the autumn frost in the bright mirror. The river city is picturesque, and the clear sky is visible from the mountains at night.
The bright ytterbium is sandwiched between two waters, and the rainbow falls on the two bridges.
The crowds are cold, the oranges and pomeloes are cold, and the old sycamores are in autumn colors.
Who reads the North Tower and feels grateful to the Duke in the wind. There was bright moonlight in front of the bed, which was probably due to frost on the ground.
Looking up at the bright moon, looking down at my hometown. There is a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Toast a glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people.
The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me.
While the moon is about to be shadowed, we must have fun until spring.
My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.
We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.